Hey, yo man, I think that dude's tryin to break into your car ...what?
New York life... type trife... That's why I'm tryin to shine the light, yo Here it come, here it come, here it come, y'all
Mos Def, blessed with the breath of life so arise and give praises Turn my face to where the mighty sun raises My book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amaze I could go on for days First name Dante, last name Beze Build the house of tomorrow with bricks of today My foundation rests on Allah corner stone Shine the light throught the mic to radiate your zone See, the world that we know is about to get finished I'm watching last days wind down to final minutes Got dreams of paradise and my whole fam in it So I ain't got time to play no crime lieutenant Do you got time to play the crime lieutenant? See time is the asset, how you gonna spend it The way you handle yours will be well documented It's the raw authentic, sandalwood scented To make you bump the joint and in beyond city limits Twenty-first, no time to, approach a thing timid My name is Mos Def and this is how I get in it
[Chorus:] Hey yo, my man (huh?).... Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?) You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed to incline throughout space and time (yeah) You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?) Somethin tight comin on your right (what?) You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) If you can huh, you can hear it... If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'
Shine like black gold, burn like black coal Make a old timer roll up her sleeves, now that's cold Behold, the one and only has blessed my testimony Approach the ceremony authentic, never phony For delf, but never lonely, keep the kinfolk close Watch me rip it on Pacific and Atlantic coasts with the antidote, for the poisonous snake lies wit Only wimps put the hiss on tape You can't get on straight, this is dead on tape Accompanied by Shawn J. with the bid on bait Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray Hot damn it captain Kirk and the Klingons say You can't sit on stage, you got to get on the M-O- T-I-V-A-T-E real life, ain't no freebie My seed can't be needy, no time for freaky-deaky I'm movin on up like George and Wheezy Who said that this was easy, they must have been treetop high Standin yieldin to our boldfaced lie, we all got to die So all got to try, to live life right in the sight of most high, to live life right in the sight of most high, to live life right in the sight of most high, to live life right in the sight
[Chorus:] Hey yo, my man (huh?).... Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?) You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed to incline throughout space and time (yeah) You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?) Somethin tight movin on your right (what?) You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) If you can huh, you can hear it yo, my man (huh?).... Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?) You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed to incline the pure genuine (yeah) You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?) Somethin tight movin on your right (what?) You heard the first time, my rhyme is designed To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) If you can huh, you can hear it... If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'...
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